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In my home, Sundays are all about sleeping in, catching up on certain shows:
...and enjoying a late, late breakfast.
I make the weekend breakfasts. It was that way with my dad all my childhood and now it's my gig. Who is here for breakfast depends on the spend-the-night situations on Saturday. This morning was my daughter and her bestest.
First for a little boost:
Now it's time to make some breakfast. Sometimes I ask the kids what they would like. This morning was simple. Bacon and Pancakes. No egg or potato courses. No sweat.
So I turn this:
And finally this:
Which turns this:
And now that the bellies are full and happy. It's time to write!